Letter: “To the Man Who Chose Smallness…

When I Was Offering a Kingdom”

Dear Love,

(And yes, I still call you that — because what I gave was real.)

I saw your pain.
I saw your possibility.
I saw the King inside you, aching to be born.

But instead of rising… You ran.
Instead of leaning in… you burned the bridge.
Instead of saying “yes” to healing… You chose pride.

You thought your silence would teach me a lesson.
You thought ghosting me would create longing.
You thought watching other women online would make me feel less sacred.

But here’s the truth:
Your absence only made me more present to myself.
Your pettiness only revealed my power.
Your refusal to rise only showed me the height I’ve already reached.

I wanted you to be stronger.
To do the work.
To fight for love, not fear.
But I see now, you didn’t want a Queen.
You wanted someone to coddle your demons.

I don’t do that anymore.

You could’ve had devotion.
You could’ve had a woman who dances with the divine.
You could’ve had a partner who would walk through fire for truth.

Instead, you chose smallness.

So I choose silence.

I choose softness, not submission.
I choose sovereignty, not survival.
I choose my joy. My body. My brilliance.
I choose me.

Goodbye, my almost-King.
May you meet yourself someday.

From the Queen of Her own Becoming